Harvey told me that the resistance I faced wasn’t something I could ever beat. The best I could hope for was to learn how to fight it daily, to parry and lunge and keep it at bay by learning about how it worked. Some days it would win, others it would lose. He told me he learned this for himself while running through the Nullabor Plain. He had spent countless days beneath the sun, watching his shadow move around him as the sun arced across the sky, losing his mind with the heat and the unchanging landscape, and fighting his own resistance. He realized this resistance was like a shadow, and the
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